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A strange aluminum object, 250,000 years old. I stand on the platform and wait for the train. I doubt whether to go into it or not. I was not invited to the scheduled creative talent gathering. And I don't know who's invited. I just know what will take the train on the journey. I think that everyone present on the platform hopes to be invited. But that's what I think. Maybe there are really invitees. Nobody confesses and I hear no casual conversation or conversation in which I would hear a real fact. And I don’t dare to ask yet. Everyone is crowding. Then it dawns on me that perhaps this is a trick of the organizers. Those who are confident, brave, have a share of insolence and a great desire to get to this festival, came to the platform, waits for the train, waits, gets into the car and shows all their abilities. Unless, of course, he decides to go astray. And then the train arrives. I have not yet understood if I want to go to the festival. I doubt it. And it is like being sucked into the carriage by a pump and I stand in cramped quarters, huddled against other bodies. I find myself in the wagon of the lucky ones, I think. Although probably other cars of the train are also likely with those wishing to get to the festival of creative abilities. Although it may not. And only one carriage. I do not know about the others.
- Hi, - I try to make a relaxed and peaceful face, and as indifferent as possible, I appeal to an unfamiliar neighbor. - You were not invited to a festival of creativity?
- Not. I'm not at him. I have business in that direction and I'll get off in a couple of stations.
- Yeah, I see.
I don't dare to ask other people anymore. Because maybe this girl is telling the truth, or maybe, to hide her disappointment that she came and hoped that she would be invited and she was not invited, she said not the truth. Although these are my projections. It is not known what it is or what. But I believed her more. Everyone's faces are different and it's difficult to read by facial expressions. In any case, this will be my personal perception. I see a girl I know. She is crippled and we worked together somehow. She has a happy face. It seems she always had a happy one, as I recall. Of course, what else remains for her. I wish she could learn how she did. Okay. Another and again a cripple catches the eye. And that it is physically handicapped people that fall into my field of vision? I attract what I need to see. They, having physical disabilities,they rejoice at every moment of being and it is a great honor for them to have the opportunity to express themselves in creativity. But what else is left for them? Right. Well done. They can be an example for me. For me snickering, physically healthy, beautiful, smart, capable, and so on. It is very crowded in the carriage. And I still decide to get off at the station. Nobody invited me. I chickened out. Or not sure of herself. Or maybe, on the contrary, I am sure and at any moment, as there is a strong desire, I will get where I want. So honest, because the entrance to the festival is by invitation. And this is also not the fact that it is correct. Why wait for an invitation? I just don't want to. Nobody invited me. I chickened out. Or not sure of herself. Or maybe, on the contrary, I am sure and at any moment, as there is a strong desire, I will get where I want. So honest, because the entrance to the festival is by invitation. And this is also not the fact that it is correct. Why wait for an invitation? I just don't want to. Nobody invited me. I chickened out. Or not sure of herself. Or maybe, on the contrary, I am sure and at any moment, as there is a strong desire, I will get where I want. So honest, because the entrance to the festival is by invitation. And this is also not the fact that it is correct. Why wait for an invitation? I just don't want to.
On the platform there is a fresh smell of the forest, the roadside station. I lie down on the ground and a red tram sweeps over my head. Silence now.
Dreams are a transition to another temporary space. This is one of the possible probabilities of the development of my life. This is not the work of the unconscious, as proven by psychologists. Not! And this is not unconscious. This is simply what a person cannot yet see due to his inferiority of the anthropic perception of the world around him. He cannot see time - extension. He may have foresight, that is, see length. And he can have a horizon, that is, see the width and height or depth. See around you. And the broader the horizon, the further he can see. This is elementary physics. Imagine that a person has a limited outlook, a low level of mental, sensory development. Let's represent it with a dot. Then he will see into the distance as one continuous line. He will not see any additional opportunities due to the limitations of his development. And the wider the horizons,imagine a big circle. From it there is a wide tunnel, in which there are many lines and development probabilities, depending on what choice a person makes. Until the choice is made, there are many possibilities.
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